AFK [Part 2]
Title: AFK (Away From Keyboard)
Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: I own no boys but I do own the predecessor to this fic, Hookups and Emoticons >:D
Pairings: YunJae, Kimin (Super Junior Kibum), YooSu
Length: [2/3]
Genre: Romance, smut, comedy
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex, some language, Junsu 8D
Summary: December 24th, Yunho's losing it. December 31st, Changmin's falling from a roof. June 4th, Junsu's barking at trucks.
A/N: Aaaaaaaaaaaaand I've FINALLY written the 3 part epilogue to Hookups and Emoticons. I know. It's been a VERY long time. *runs*
December 24 || December 31 || June 4
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December 31: Changmin and Kibum
"Hey, did you know that in some countries, it's custom to kiss someone at the stroke of midnight on New Year's Day?"
Kibum nodded.
Changmin leaned back against the shingles, hands folded behind his head and even though he was lying on top of a two-story building and still buzzing off the bit of champagne he'd swiped from his parents which probably explained why he was lying atop a two-story building, he felt utterly at peace. "I haven't researched why, yet. I'll get to it later."
Kibum looked at him.
Changmin nodded sagely. "Totally right. Google is your friend."
Kibum smiled.
"And in some cultures, you're supposed to eat peas so that every pea you eat adds a fortunate day for you in the new year."
Kibum frowned.
"I see your point." Changmin rubbed his chin. "But even if peas aren't your favorite, wouldn't you suck it up for a little good luck?"
Kibum shot him a look.
Changmin shrugged. "It's not a matter of whether I believe in superstition, Kibum. Admit it. Certain factors in this world are beyond scientific calculation. Sometimes you gotta let the universe do its business. And it wouldn't hurt to try and get on the universe's good side every once in a while by stuffing your face with three hundred and sixty-five tiny vegetables."
Kibum smirked.
"Shut up." Changmin considered savagely poking Kibum in that ticklish spot under his ribcage but it was their first time on the roof of his house (or any building, for the record) and he certainly did not want it to be their last. Kibum had earlier implied that it was Changmin's idea to come up here but Changmin didn't remember that. He hadn't yet decided if the bit of liquor he'd had so far made him incredibly brave or just stupid.
Whatever. They were here now and he wasn't going to give Kibum the satisfaction of knowing he was terrified of losing his balance and splattering to the ground. Even though he knew logically, a drop from this height wouldn't actually kill or maim him too severely. It would just hurt. A lot. Unless he fell directly on his neck and snapped his spinal cord in half on a jagged rock. In which case, he pretty much would die.
Changmin blinked rapidly, the light haze in his head clearing up. What a convenient time to realize his apparent mild fear of heights. Just look at the sky. At least it's further up than the ground is down and you're not gonna fall up. And there's no way that's happening without a major scientific fuck up in the balance of the universe.
Kibum cocked his head at him curiously.
Changmin waved him off. "Nothing."
Kibum narrowed his eyes.
"I said it's nothing!"
Having a best friend who doubled as a boyfriend who tripled as a mind-reader was really irritating sometimes. Changmin would one day learn how to keep Kibum out of his mind and just hope Kibum never learned the same trick. One day. In fact, he should start practicing his anti-mind reading powers now before Kibum realized just how pitifully anxious he was on the roof. Just think of a pleasant breeze on a summer day.
Kibum reached over and held his hand anyway.
Changmin swallowed. Because even if he did tumble off the roof on his neck in some freak incident or fall up, at least he wouldn't go alone.
They were quiet for a while. It was nice out and even though they were too close to the city to really see many stars and the light of the moon was pretty bright, the five Changmin had counted in a wavy cluster would suffice.
"What's your New Year's resolution?"
"Lose weight." Kibum said simply.
"Seriously? One of the most common and also most frequently broken New Year's resolutions on earth? Really? Nothing cool or unconventional?"
Kibum nodded with a smile playing on his lips.
"Get off my roof."
Kibum just laughed silently. And Changmin found himself staring at that smile, half forgetting he's supposed to be irritated.
"No, really. What is it?"
Kibum grinned. "Secret."
"Aw, come on!" Changmin whined. "I'll tell you mine. It's to become a astronaut and own seven moons by this time next year."
Kibum punched him with his free hand and watched Changmin pretend it didn't hurt.
"Is it to try something new?" Changmin pressed.
"No."
"Enjoy life more?"
"No."
"Spend more time with friends and family?"
"No."
"Thanks." Changmin squeezed his hand. Mostly to replace any alternative physical violence he could have inflicted. He still didn't feel comfortable making any excessive movements on the roof. Kibum squeezed back.
"Get out of debt?"
"No."
"Quit smoking?"
Raised eyebrow.
"Become more organized?"
"No."
"Help others?"
"No."
"Aw, you're such a prince."
Kibum smiled cheekily.
"Watch less TV?"
He shot Changmin a look.
"Oh right, you're mom doesn't believe in television." The taller boy nodded like that was normal. Then he frowned. "Wait...aren't you taking acting classes?"
Kibum shrugged.
"You're right. There's always theater." Changmin nodded. "So, what is it?" He whined. "Give me a hint."
Kibum said nothing as usual. But as he turned to look at Changmin with that tiny, playful smile, Changmin suddenly realized just how close they were sitting. If Kibum weren't sitting up and Changmin lying down, he'd be able to feel the other's breath ghosting on his lips. Changmin was already out of breath by the time Kibum's finger settled on his chest and pressed slightly.
Changmin's eyebrows raised. "Me? It's about me?"
The other just smiled and faced forward, hugging his knees to his chest.
The taller boy sat up, puzzled. "Why waste your resolution on me? You should be selfish like everyone else and think of ways to improve yourself." He gasped. "Unless..."
Kibum just glanced at his watch and kept smiling in that way that made Changmin think maybe he'd mastered the art of anti-mind reading long before Changmin had.
"Your resolution is to make me into a better person! Meaning you think I'm currently an awful person." He shook his head in mock pain. "Bum, that's cold. So cold."
"Ten."
"If you think I'm such a horrible person, then why are you with me? Huh? Huh?" He nudged the other in the ribs with his elbow, eliciting silent giggles.
"Nine."
"Well, I've got news for you. I'll never change. You know why? Cause I'm already awesome. Ha!"
"Eight."
Changmin peered at him. "What are you doing?"
"Seven."
"Six?"
Kibum flashed a smile full of teeth. "Five."
"This is stupid." He waved him off dismissively. "You know what else is stupid? Junsu. You should fix him instead."
"Four."
"My brother's a way worse person than I will ever be. You know how Junsu always hogs the bathroom in the morning."
"Three."
"And it's not because he's high maintenance. Junsu takes his time in there just to bug me. He's the devil. Incarnate."
"Two."
"And you, Kim Ignoring Me Kibum, are the incarnate's spawn. An evil, yet somewhat-awesome-but-less-awesome-than-me child of-Woah. A shooting star..."
As the bright glitter of light flashed across the broad night sky, Kibum ended the countdown into Changmin's lips.
Kibum's lips were soft and he was sure that neither of them would know what to do with their tongues if they tried so they settled with just lips touching and enjoyed all those jolts of electricity strumming up and down their spines. Eventually it lead to light sucking but that was about it. It was perfect.
The taller boy didn't know what to do with his hands as one lay uselessly by his side and the other still wrapped tightly in Kibum's. But it felt nice that way. Changmin held on tight.
They pulled back, noses barely a centimeter apart. Changmin didn't know what to say and with anyone else it would've been awkward. But Kibum's silence was a comfort, with that same smile decorating his face carefully illuminated by the pale light of the moon. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he had a good idea what Kibum's resolution was.
But Changmin would be making no New Year's promises, nor wishes on falling stars. Because right now, he had everything he could ever hope for.
"What's that up on the-CHANGMIN!?!??!"
Kibum's head jerked in the direction of the voice coming from somewhere in the yard and Changmin just hung his head in annoyance.
"WHAT the hell are you doing up there?!" Junsu squealed, jabbing an accusing finger up at the two younger boys on the roof. "Did you go through the window in MY room?! Stay outta there, Minion!"
"Woah! Did you see that shooting star, Su? Dibs on a wish!" But Yoochun's awed voice would go unnoticed as Junsu felt content to just shout obscenely loud for no reason.
"Who's that? Is that-?" Junsu squinted, then his eyes went wide. "Is that Kibum? I swear if you have sex with my little brother on the roof outside MY window, I will cut yo' balls off and put 'em in a cookie jar!"
Kibum glanced at Changmin in pure amusement. Changmin just groaned and attempted to pull out his own hair as if that would make him disappear.
Yoochun appeared at Junsu's side, arm around his waist, chin propped on his shoulder and kissed a space behind his ear. "Relax, Su. I'm sure they're responsible enough to use condoms."
"CONDOMS?!" Junsu shrieked, smacking his boyfriend away. "They shouldn't even know what condoms ARE!"
"Just go away!" Changmin finally exploded.
It was times like this he missed the old days spent with his brother. The fighting and bickering and general hatred. But recently due to a string of events, it had all been replaced with more fighting and more bickering and Junsu being stupidly overprotective. Please. Changmin was twice his mental age and almost double his height. He could handle himself, thank you very much.
"No, you go away!" Junsu glared in Kibum's direction. Kibum just grinned wide and leaned on Changmin's shoulder. At least someone seemed to be enjoying this.
"Let me give you a couple reasons why you shouldn't have sex on the roof." Junsu started with barely contained fury.
Changmin facepalmed. "We're not-"
"ONE!" Junsu held an index finger up high. "That's MY window up there and I don't want your love juices anywhere near my room."
"Ew..."
"TWO!" He bellowed, then suddenly smiled, nearly knocking Changmin off the roof. "I have nothing against Kibum, really. But just understand that if you taint my little brother," And then he glowered, eyes flashing. "Your days are numbered."
Kibum nodded understandingly. Changmin could've smacked him. Don't encourage him, Bum!
"THREE!"
Changmin shot a look that said please-oh-please-help-me-and-I-will-love-you-forever to Junsu's babysitter watching the scene from the side. Yoochun acknowledged him with a smile.
"Sex is gross and weird and little boys should just play in the sandbox. Cause sand is way more fun than ass." Junsu reasoned, nodding to himself.
Yoochun wrapped an arm around Junsu's shoulder. "I doubt that, baby."
"Don't encourage him, Chun!" Junsu squealed, trying to wrestle Yoochun's arm off him but it was useless. Yoochun began to guide the feral older brother back toward the house.
Yoochun chuckled. "Allow me to count the wonderful things in this world that pale in comparison to ass. Yours, in particular."
"Yoochun, I will freaking throw pencils in your-"
"One. Cake-chocolate, vanilla, red velvet, pound or lemon-none compare to the deliciousness that is your bootay."
The rest of the conversation-or rather Junsu's high pitched threats accompanied by Yoochun's amused laughter-disappeared inside the house where Changmin was sure Yoochun would keep Junsu distracted and pleasantly irritated for a good part of the first night of the new year. Yoochun was a much more useful human being than Junsu.
Changmin let out a sigh while Kibum just giggled into his neck.
"I dunno why you're laughing." Changmin grumbled. "Since you're dating me, you'll have to deal with him, too. Junsu's a treat as you can see."
Pulling back, Kibum squinted up at the sky, finger on his chin as if considering the dangerous territory he was preparing to embark upon. He stayed like that for a while til Changmin had to poke him to make sure he hadn't completely reevaluated their relationship. Dammit, no, this was all Junsu's fault.
Just when Changmin was sure Junsu had successfully chased away his first and only boyfriend ever, Kibum tackled him. Arms flailing, legs tangled, a less than manly meep on Changmin's side and Kibum's quiet smile buried in Changmin's chest.
And yes, Changmin had fallen that night. But there were no scrapes or broken bones. He'd been falling for a long time and he loved every second of it.
Part 3
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Yo!
Yes, I know I was supposed to update this on New Year's Eve. But I ran into some medical issues around that time so it delayed this update a bit. But I'm okay now and ready for more fics! >:D You guys can probably guess which couple is last... >D
Once again, this is the belated epilogue to Hookups and Emoticons. It can probably be read independently but would help a lot if you've read the fic. xD
*shares the YooSu!cookies*
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Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: I own no boys but I do own the predecessor to this fic, Hookups and Emoticons >:D
Pairings: YunJae, Kimin (Super Junior Kibum), YooSu
Length: [2/3]
Genre: Romance, smut, comedy
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex, some language, Junsu 8D
Summary: December 24th, Yunho's losing it. December 31st, Changmin's falling from a roof. June 4th, Junsu's barking at trucks.
A/N: Aaaaaaaaaaaaand I've FINALLY written the 3 part epilogue to Hookups and Emoticons. I know. It's been a VERY long time. *runs*
December 24 || December 31 || June 4
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December 31: Changmin and Kibum
"Hey, did you know that in some countries, it's custom to kiss someone at the stroke of midnight on New Year's Day?"
Kibum nodded.
Changmin leaned back against the shingles, hands folded behind his head and even though he was lying on top of a two-story building and still buzzing off the bit of champagne he'd swiped from his parents which probably explained why he was lying atop a two-story building, he felt utterly at peace. "I haven't researched why, yet. I'll get to it later."
Kibum looked at him.
Changmin nodded sagely. "Totally right. Google is your friend."
Kibum smiled.
"And in some cultures, you're supposed to eat peas so that every pea you eat adds a fortunate day for you in the new year."
Kibum frowned.
"I see your point." Changmin rubbed his chin. "But even if peas aren't your favorite, wouldn't you suck it up for a little good luck?"
Kibum shot him a look.
Changmin shrugged. "It's not a matter of whether I believe in superstition, Kibum. Admit it. Certain factors in this world are beyond scientific calculation. Sometimes you gotta let the universe do its business. And it wouldn't hurt to try and get on the universe's good side every once in a while by stuffing your face with three hundred and sixty-five tiny vegetables."
Kibum smirked.
"Shut up." Changmin considered savagely poking Kibum in that ticklish spot under his ribcage but it was their first time on the roof of his house (or any building, for the record) and he certainly did not want it to be their last. Kibum had earlier implied that it was Changmin's idea to come up here but Changmin didn't remember that. He hadn't yet decided if the bit of liquor he'd had so far made him incredibly brave or just stupid.
Whatever. They were here now and he wasn't going to give Kibum the satisfaction of knowing he was terrified of losing his balance and splattering to the ground. Even though he knew logically, a drop from this height wouldn't actually kill or maim him too severely. It would just hurt. A lot. Unless he fell directly on his neck and snapped his spinal cord in half on a jagged rock. In which case, he pretty much would die.
Changmin blinked rapidly, the light haze in his head clearing up. What a convenient time to realize his apparent mild fear of heights. Just look at the sky. At least it's further up than the ground is down and you're not gonna fall up. And there's no way that's happening without a major scientific fuck up in the balance of the universe.
Kibum cocked his head at him curiously.
Changmin waved him off. "Nothing."
Kibum narrowed his eyes.
"I said it's nothing!"
Having a best friend who doubled as a boyfriend who tripled as a mind-reader was really irritating sometimes. Changmin would one day learn how to keep Kibum out of his mind and just hope Kibum never learned the same trick. One day. In fact, he should start practicing his anti-mind reading powers now before Kibum realized just how pitifully anxious he was on the roof. Just think of a pleasant breeze on a summer day.
Kibum reached over and held his hand anyway.
Changmin swallowed. Because even if he did tumble off the roof on his neck in some freak incident or fall up, at least he wouldn't go alone.
They were quiet for a while. It was nice out and even though they were too close to the city to really see many stars and the light of the moon was pretty bright, the five Changmin had counted in a wavy cluster would suffice.
"What's your New Year's resolution?"
"Lose weight." Kibum said simply.
"Seriously? One of the most common and also most frequently broken New Year's resolutions on earth? Really? Nothing cool or unconventional?"
Kibum nodded with a smile playing on his lips.
"Get off my roof."
Kibum just laughed silently. And Changmin found himself staring at that smile, half forgetting he's supposed to be irritated.
"No, really. What is it?"
Kibum grinned. "Secret."
"Aw, come on!" Changmin whined. "I'll tell you mine. It's to become a astronaut and own seven moons by this time next year."
Kibum punched him with his free hand and watched Changmin pretend it didn't hurt.
"Is it to try something new?" Changmin pressed.
"No."
"Enjoy life more?"
"No."
"Spend more time with friends and family?"
"No."
"Thanks." Changmin squeezed his hand. Mostly to replace any alternative physical violence he could have inflicted. He still didn't feel comfortable making any excessive movements on the roof. Kibum squeezed back.
"Get out of debt?"
"No."
"Quit smoking?"
Raised eyebrow.
"Become more organized?"
"No."
"Help others?"
"No."
"Aw, you're such a prince."
Kibum smiled cheekily.
"Watch less TV?"
He shot Changmin a look.
"Oh right, you're mom doesn't believe in television." The taller boy nodded like that was normal. Then he frowned. "Wait...aren't you taking acting classes?"
Kibum shrugged.
"You're right. There's always theater." Changmin nodded. "So, what is it?" He whined. "Give me a hint."
Kibum said nothing as usual. But as he turned to look at Changmin with that tiny, playful smile, Changmin suddenly realized just how close they were sitting. If Kibum weren't sitting up and Changmin lying down, he'd be able to feel the other's breath ghosting on his lips. Changmin was already out of breath by the time Kibum's finger settled on his chest and pressed slightly.
Changmin's eyebrows raised. "Me? It's about me?"
The other just smiled and faced forward, hugging his knees to his chest.
The taller boy sat up, puzzled. "Why waste your resolution on me? You should be selfish like everyone else and think of ways to improve yourself." He gasped. "Unless..."
Kibum just glanced at his watch and kept smiling in that way that made Changmin think maybe he'd mastered the art of anti-mind reading long before Changmin had.
"Your resolution is to make me into a better person! Meaning you think I'm currently an awful person." He shook his head in mock pain. "Bum, that's cold. So cold."
"Ten."
"If you think I'm such a horrible person, then why are you with me? Huh? Huh?" He nudged the other in the ribs with his elbow, eliciting silent giggles.
"Nine."
"Well, I've got news for you. I'll never change. You know why? Cause I'm already awesome. Ha!"
"Eight."
Changmin peered at him. "What are you doing?"
"Seven."
"Six?"
Kibum flashed a smile full of teeth. "Five."
"This is stupid." He waved him off dismissively. "You know what else is stupid? Junsu. You should fix him instead."
"Four."
"My brother's a way worse person than I will ever be. You know how Junsu always hogs the bathroom in the morning."
"Three."
"And it's not because he's high maintenance. Junsu takes his time in there just to bug me. He's the devil. Incarnate."
"Two."
"And you, Kim Ignoring Me Kibum, are the incarnate's spawn. An evil, yet somewhat-awesome-but-less-awesome-than-me child of-Woah. A shooting star..."
As the bright glitter of light flashed across the broad night sky, Kibum ended the countdown into Changmin's lips.
Kibum's lips were soft and he was sure that neither of them would know what to do with their tongues if they tried so they settled with just lips touching and enjoyed all those jolts of electricity strumming up and down their spines. Eventually it lead to light sucking but that was about it. It was perfect.
The taller boy didn't know what to do with his hands as one lay uselessly by his side and the other still wrapped tightly in Kibum's. But it felt nice that way. Changmin held on tight.
They pulled back, noses barely a centimeter apart. Changmin didn't know what to say and with anyone else it would've been awkward. But Kibum's silence was a comfort, with that same smile decorating his face carefully illuminated by the pale light of the moon. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he had a good idea what Kibum's resolution was.
But Changmin would be making no New Year's promises, nor wishes on falling stars. Because right now, he had everything he could ever hope for.
"What's that up on the-CHANGMIN!?!??!"
Kibum's head jerked in the direction of the voice coming from somewhere in the yard and Changmin just hung his head in annoyance.
"WHAT the hell are you doing up there?!" Junsu squealed, jabbing an accusing finger up at the two younger boys on the roof. "Did you go through the window in MY room?! Stay outta there, Minion!"
"Woah! Did you see that shooting star, Su? Dibs on a wish!" But Yoochun's awed voice would go unnoticed as Junsu felt content to just shout obscenely loud for no reason.
"Who's that? Is that-?" Junsu squinted, then his eyes went wide. "Is that Kibum? I swear if you have sex with my little brother on the roof outside MY window, I will cut yo' balls off and put 'em in a cookie jar!"
Kibum glanced at Changmin in pure amusement. Changmin just groaned and attempted to pull out his own hair as if that would make him disappear.
Yoochun appeared at Junsu's side, arm around his waist, chin propped on his shoulder and kissed a space behind his ear. "Relax, Su. I'm sure they're responsible enough to use condoms."
"CONDOMS?!" Junsu shrieked, smacking his boyfriend away. "They shouldn't even know what condoms ARE!"
"Just go away!" Changmin finally exploded.
It was times like this he missed the old days spent with his brother. The fighting and bickering and general hatred. But recently due to a string of events, it had all been replaced with more fighting and more bickering and Junsu being stupidly overprotective. Please. Changmin was twice his mental age and almost double his height. He could handle himself, thank you very much.
"No, you go away!" Junsu glared in Kibum's direction. Kibum just grinned wide and leaned on Changmin's shoulder. At least someone seemed to be enjoying this.
"Let me give you a couple reasons why you shouldn't have sex on the roof." Junsu started with barely contained fury.
Changmin facepalmed. "We're not-"
"ONE!" Junsu held an index finger up high. "That's MY window up there and I don't want your love juices anywhere near my room."
"Ew..."
"TWO!" He bellowed, then suddenly smiled, nearly knocking Changmin off the roof. "I have nothing against Kibum, really. But just understand that if you taint my little brother," And then he glowered, eyes flashing. "Your days are numbered."
Kibum nodded understandingly. Changmin could've smacked him. Don't encourage him, Bum!
"THREE!"
Changmin shot a look that said please-oh-please-help-me-and-I-will-love-you-forever to Junsu's babysitter watching the scene from the side. Yoochun acknowledged him with a smile.
"Sex is gross and weird and little boys should just play in the sandbox. Cause sand is way more fun than ass." Junsu reasoned, nodding to himself.
Yoochun wrapped an arm around Junsu's shoulder. "I doubt that, baby."
"Don't encourage him, Chun!" Junsu squealed, trying to wrestle Yoochun's arm off him but it was useless. Yoochun began to guide the feral older brother back toward the house.
Yoochun chuckled. "Allow me to count the wonderful things in this world that pale in comparison to ass. Yours, in particular."
"Yoochun, I will freaking throw pencils in your-"
"One. Cake-chocolate, vanilla, red velvet, pound or lemon-none compare to the deliciousness that is your bootay."
The rest of the conversation-or rather Junsu's high pitched threats accompanied by Yoochun's amused laughter-disappeared inside the house where Changmin was sure Yoochun would keep Junsu distracted and pleasantly irritated for a good part of the first night of the new year. Yoochun was a much more useful human being than Junsu.
Changmin let out a sigh while Kibum just giggled into his neck.
"I dunno why you're laughing." Changmin grumbled. "Since you're dating me, you'll have to deal with him, too. Junsu's a treat as you can see."
Pulling back, Kibum squinted up at the sky, finger on his chin as if considering the dangerous territory he was preparing to embark upon. He stayed like that for a while til Changmin had to poke him to make sure he hadn't completely reevaluated their relationship. Dammit, no, this was all Junsu's fault.
Just when Changmin was sure Junsu had successfully chased away his first and only boyfriend ever, Kibum tackled him. Arms flailing, legs tangled, a less than manly meep on Changmin's side and Kibum's quiet smile buried in Changmin's chest.
And yes, Changmin had fallen that night. But there were no scrapes or broken bones. He'd been falling for a long time and he loved every second of it.
Part 3
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Yo!
Yes, I know I was supposed to update this on New Year's Eve. But I ran into some medical issues around that time so it delayed this update a bit. But I'm okay now and ready for more fics! >:D You guys can probably guess which couple is last... >D
Once again, this is the belated epilogue to Hookups and Emoticons. It can probably be read independently but would help a lot if you've read the fic. xD
*shares the YooSu!cookies*
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